Voodoo, sorcery, satanic verse,
Renouncing the spirit, accepting the curse.
Embracing a world of deceit and sin,
Killing the essence of the soul within.
Sold my soul, for a half a dime,
And 10 shots of tequila, sans the lime.
Inebriated by the grandeur of the deadly sins,
Annoyed and mortified, overcome by chagrin.
Trading godliness for moments of unbridled lust,
Spiritual sloth reduced the ashes to dust.
Satanic enterprise fuelled by greed,
Upon vainglory his pride did feed.
Lucifer conjured up in thy envious heart,
Enough wrath to tear heaven apart.
Gluttony rode past on a filthy swine,
The apocalypse’s now said the seventh sign.
Dressed in an alb and a purple stole,
Tracing a pentagram out with charcoal.
Let the hexes and curses be null and void,
Building back what’s been destroyed.
Defenceless against the devil’s snare,
Beyond any deliverance or salvation prayer.
Commanding out the sins with forceful power,
As the belfry rings in the witching hour.
In a world of occult and mystics galore,
Unholy blood stained the church floor.
Faith be damned and religion be mocked,
Black mass conducted by a priest defrocked.
Bound and gagged at the sacrificial altar,
Driven by dark forces, never to falter.
Working out salvation with fear,
And trembling to know the end is near.
Given up the ghost for the shadows realm,
Riding a barge with Satan at the helm.
Peddling upstream instead of down,
Robbing the King of Kings of his crown.
Performing the ritual in the astral temple,
Turning Time’s wheel with a broken axle.
With blood pledged thee unholy allegiance,
A dawning malice outgrows its nascence.
Better to rein in Hell than serve in Heaven,
Temptation and wanting exhorting the brethren.
Pilgrims of the Age of Fire invoke the dead,
By replacing the lamb with the sabbatic goats head.
The hand that writ scriptures turned to stone,
The rituals that followed tore flesh off the bone.
Just as Eve plucked the apple from the cursèd tree,
What will be, will be – for the future is not ours to see.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Untitled
Music floats across the smoke filled room
Tears seal off the cryptic tomb
Where her ashes lie undisturbed
Feelings bottled, emotions curbed
Morbid life, melancholic death
Uncertain till the very last breath
Wondering what went wrong and why?
Sorrow and betrayal lifes only reply
The questions were fuzzy, maybe not so deep
Why didn’t she look? Why did she leap?
But the strings were breaking, the last one taut
Unleashing the torrent of a viscious onslaught
What began as a storm, ceased like a breeze
His job was to heal her terminal disease
He succeeded not, but he had achieved
The sentence to death was now reprieved
Internally decayed, maggots fed on her flesh
Losing all faith in ever starting afresh.
Hopes shattered by a blow to the heart
When he didn’t even turn to watch her depart
Hand writ an elegy sitting on the porch
Trying in vain to show the sun a torch
The obvious and apparent oft don’t show
High seas rock the ship of life, to and fro
But what starts must end, albeit in grief
Etched on raw flesh a murky motif
To love and be loved was all she yearned
Dismay filled her being when she learned
She was for him just another picture to burn
Sealing all the passion in that sacred urn
Cowered under the supremacy of indifference
To shun the absinthe and embrace temperance
Mauled by tranquility, shredded by silence
An ageing flower with a faded fragrance...
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raw, random thoughts...
Tears seal off the cryptic tomb
Where her ashes lie undisturbed
Feelings bottled, emotions curbed
Morbid life, melancholic death
Uncertain till the very last breath
Wondering what went wrong and why?
Sorrow and betrayal lifes only reply
The questions were fuzzy, maybe not so deep
Why didn’t she look? Why did she leap?
But the strings were breaking, the last one taut
Unleashing the torrent of a viscious onslaught
What began as a storm, ceased like a breeze
His job was to heal her terminal disease
He succeeded not, but he had achieved
The sentence to death was now reprieved
Internally decayed, maggots fed on her flesh
Losing all faith in ever starting afresh.
Hopes shattered by a blow to the heart
When he didn’t even turn to watch her depart
Hand writ an elegy sitting on the porch
Trying in vain to show the sun a torch
The obvious and apparent oft don’t show
High seas rock the ship of life, to and fro
But what starts must end, albeit in grief
Etched on raw flesh a murky motif
To love and be loved was all she yearned
Dismay filled her being when she learned
She was for him just another picture to burn
Sealing all the passion in that sacred urn
Cowered under the supremacy of indifference
To shun the absinthe and embrace temperance
Mauled by tranquility, shredded by silence
An ageing flower with a faded fragrance...
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raw, random thoughts...
Friday, December 5, 2008
Wake Up!
This entry is "work in progress"...started writing it because i was bored...couldn't complete it because i got bored...sigh
Every other person who lives in India seems to have an opinion about the 26/11 blasts…most of which have targeted Muslim’s/Pakistani’s/Jehadi’s/Extremists etc. Our nation (especially Delhiites) has cried itself hoarse in protest against the violence, the unruffled attitude of the police, Ram Gopal Varma’s visit to “inspect” the damages to the Taj Hotel…and the list could go on forever. So it became a moral obligation for me to write something to show my “support” to my fellow Indians. So here’s the deal - for those of you who live in caves and aren’t in tune with what’s been happening in Mumbai – Terrorists came into our country, slapped the Indian Government, gave the minister’s wedgies and ran away cracking lewd jokes about their tacky choice in underwear…and then the nation was up in arms in protest! Kudos to us!
Have you ever wondered why any of the “proud” Indians have never tried to intercept such “problems” before they blow up in our face? It’s very easy to point fingers at Muslims/Extremists/the Police force/the neighbours dog but why is it that the nation needs a 23/11 to wake up and show solidarity? We claim to be a secular nation, equality for all religions and bla bla bla…how much of that actually holds in reality? Maybe a “bhaiya” from Mumbai would be able to answer that question more objectively. The point is – Indians don’t care about their own country. We are a land of selfish, self-obsessed, self-indulging people who don’t really give a flying rats ass about what’s going on around them until ofcourse the blast rocks their own foundation. And then starts the blame game that ends in some minority being singled out and held responsible for the great calamity.
Now before anyone assumes I am pro-terrorism and starts taking my case apart, I’d like to make one thing very clear about this article – its random, and it was the “in” thing to do in the given situation…and no, I am not a terrorist, nor am I affiliated to any extremist organisation promoting a holy war. The main crux of this article is to pose a few questions that you have probably thought of at some point in time but dismissed quite quickly…why is it that ALL terrorists are Muslim? Or Pakistani’s? Why isn’t there ever a 9/11 or 23/11 in Pakistan? Is it because all terrorists live there and it just wouldn’t be right to bomb their own back yards? Well to some extent this might be true – looking at it from a majority point of view but I personally beg to differ. The main reason behind this “phenomenon” is that people over there are united – they don’t need a calamity to unite them. One may argue that the Shia’s and Sunni’s don’t exactly share a very healthy relationship with each other but put them in a conditioning camp to fight for Islam/Pakistan and watch how they come together…can the same be said about our country? On the face of it everyone would want to agree because afterall this is now a matter of saving face infront of terrorist but the truth begs to differ…even though Muslims have united for a very unjustified cause – the fact remains that they are united – and I think we Indians have a lot to learn from our terrorist neighbours
Every other person who lives in India seems to have an opinion about the 26/11 blasts…most of which have targeted Muslim’s/Pakistani’s/Jehadi’s/Extremists etc. Our nation (especially Delhiites) has cried itself hoarse in protest against the violence, the unruffled attitude of the police, Ram Gopal Varma’s visit to “inspect” the damages to the Taj Hotel…and the list could go on forever. So it became a moral obligation for me to write something to show my “support” to my fellow Indians. So here’s the deal - for those of you who live in caves and aren’t in tune with what’s been happening in Mumbai – Terrorists came into our country, slapped the Indian Government, gave the minister’s wedgies and ran away cracking lewd jokes about their tacky choice in underwear…and then the nation was up in arms in protest! Kudos to us!
Have you ever wondered why any of the “proud” Indians have never tried to intercept such “problems” before they blow up in our face? It’s very easy to point fingers at Muslims/Extremists/the Police force/the neighbours dog but why is it that the nation needs a 23/11 to wake up and show solidarity? We claim to be a secular nation, equality for all religions and bla bla bla…how much of that actually holds in reality? Maybe a “bhaiya” from Mumbai would be able to answer that question more objectively. The point is – Indians don’t care about their own country. We are a land of selfish, self-obsessed, self-indulging people who don’t really give a flying rats ass about what’s going on around them until ofcourse the blast rocks their own foundation. And then starts the blame game that ends in some minority being singled out and held responsible for the great calamity.
Now before anyone assumes I am pro-terrorism and starts taking my case apart, I’d like to make one thing very clear about this article – its random, and it was the “in” thing to do in the given situation…and no, I am not a terrorist, nor am I affiliated to any extremist organisation promoting a holy war. The main crux of this article is to pose a few questions that you have probably thought of at some point in time but dismissed quite quickly…why is it that ALL terrorists are Muslim? Or Pakistani’s? Why isn’t there ever a 9/11 or 23/11 in Pakistan? Is it because all terrorists live there and it just wouldn’t be right to bomb their own back yards? Well to some extent this might be true – looking at it from a majority point of view but I personally beg to differ. The main reason behind this “phenomenon” is that people over there are united – they don’t need a calamity to unite them. One may argue that the Shia’s and Sunni’s don’t exactly share a very healthy relationship with each other but put them in a conditioning camp to fight for Islam/Pakistan and watch how they come together…can the same be said about our country? On the face of it everyone would want to agree because afterall this is now a matter of saving face infront of terrorist but the truth begs to differ…even though Muslims have united for a very unjustified cause – the fact remains that they are united – and I think we Indians have a lot to learn from our terrorist neighbours
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